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Rye leaned in to inhale the robust scent of Sevrin. The
opulence of his seminal fluids emitted a tempting complement to that of his
blood. To fight the enticement, she bit her lip again to hold back from sinking
her fangs into his genitals.

He grabbed her by the back of the head. With his fingers
tangled in her hair, he pulled her face away from his erection. “Can I trust
you?” he asked as if he sensed her thoughts.

She ran her tongue over her teeth, an involuntary response
that made her nod quickly to counter the suggestiveness of the action. Still,
the longer he stared, the more she wondered if he wasn’t giving her permission
to bite him.

How tempting the thought. She licked her lips, recalling the
sweet taste of ecstasy.

“Rye?” His warning glare impressed upon her an emphatic
no
.

After the last time she unleashed her blood thirst during
sex, Sevrin wasn’t as delighted. How did she convince herself he’d accept her
bite again?

“You can trust this will be an orgasm you’ll never forget.”
Sliding her hand up and down his cock, she rubbed the soft-textured surface,
feeling the rippling flow of blood pulsing in the raised veins crisscrossing
the top of his shaft.

He gave into his immediate needs and pushed her head back
down to his quaking flesh. She licked his cock, savoring the flavor of the
soft-skinned length. Dragging her tongue up and down the shaft, she paused at
the base and raked her teeth over his scrotum.

His shuddering recoil came with a tightened grip on her
hair. She had him watchful, apprehensive of pain. His groans intensified as she
sucked on his sac. Then kissing her way toward the end of his jutting erection,
she slipped her lips over the flared tip and took him into her mouth.

He let out a moan that she recognized as both relief and
satisfaction.

“Harder,” he instructed, winding his fingers in her hair for
a guiding tug.

The deeper into her throat she let him go, the more vibrant
his sounds. She gave him everything he wanted and then some. Sevrin’s grip on
her hair commanded her into an unmoving position. He steadily plunged in and
pulled out, pumping his cock deeper into her throat with each thrust.

She arched her body, throwing her head back, allowing him
the access he worked to obtain. He hit the back of her throat and her gag
reflex jerked her away. She took a quick gasp of air.

When he prodded her lips with his saliva-wetted cock head,
she was ready. Sliding her hands around to his buttocks, she held on to him,
relaxed her throat and gave him free rein.

“Yes, that’s it,” he praised.

She withdrew and planted nibbling kisses along his shaft all
the way to the base.

“And this?” She sucked on the fleshy sac beneath.

He moaned an affirmative sound.

His testicles rolled between her manipulating fingers. She
looked up as she kissed along his shaft. A shimmer of darkness stirred inside
his gaze—the
lamian
trapped within.

A sudden sound of angst grunted from him. The warmth of his
discharge flowed over her fingers. His hand went under her arm and he pulled
her up. She fell against him, eager for his hungry kiss.

Instead, he stared into her eyes and caressed her cheek. He
swept his thumb back and forth over her bottom lip. Anticipation shuddered
through her as she waited. The rippling flow of energy traveled to her
trembling fingers. She pressed them against his back but it didn’t stop the
tingling in the tips.

Then his mouth was on hers. Hard and hot and wonderfully
aggressive, his kiss rocked her on her toes. He lavished her with affection.
She ate it up with greed.

Then he pinched her bottom lip between his teeth and drew
blood.

She pulled back slightly in surprise. “You bit me.”

He leaned and licked over the split. He pushed his hand
behind her head and pulled her forward, kissing her again. It was like no
other. He sucked at her lips, showing a voracious greed as if he had suddenly
learned how sensational the taste was.

Aroused by the intrinsic traits of his emerging
lamian
side, she clung to Sevrin, desirous of his hold, his strong arms binding her to
him.

In their frenzy they lost their footing and fell into the
water.

His laughter wrapped her in a different kind of warmth. She
got to her feet smiling. He sprang up in front of her and pulled her close.
Droplets of water rolled from his shoulders as though they were small crystal
pebbles tumbling down a hill.

A wild, glazed look still darkened his eyes. He cupped her
jaw and rubbed his thumb in feathery strokes over her cheek and across her lips
again. “I can’t get enough of you,” he said with a raspy breath.

She leaned in when he did, reveling in the light brushing of
his lips against hers. Water from his hair dripped to her face. He cleared it
away with gentle kisses. She moved closer, pressing her aching breasts to his
firm chest. His hand swept up and down the side of her face.

When he stared into her eyes, she tried to guess his
thoughts. Lust was obvious. He had never looked at her without making the tiny
white specks in his brown eyes twinkle.

Arching her body against him, she felt his throbbing cock
butt up against her lower belly. The opulent scent of his aroused body beckoned
her. She rocked slowly, rhythmically to the beat of his pulse as he kissed her
again.

He traced her lips with his tongue, wetting them for another
of his sensuous kisses. She slid her arms around him, hugging and holding him,
never wanting to let go. Moments of pure bliss didn’t come along very often.

His firm commanding kiss shifted to a breezy lightness
across her cheek. Then he tilted his head to the side and swept a path down her
jaw to her neck. He nibbled her earlobe.

“We’re supposed to be getting washed,” he murmured against
her shoulder.

“Then wash me.” She reached down and pulled his hand between
them—between her legs. “Wash me thoroughly, as you did once before.”

One or two of his fingers curled into her. She sucked in a
gasp, delighted he complied. He held the back of her head with his other hand
and renewed his heated kiss. She grasped his arm and his hip and rode the
sensations he heightened with withdrawals and thrusts.

She hadn’t any idea they had moved until he lowered her onto
the wet bank. Her legs still in the pond, water lapped at her knees. Sevrin
leaned over her and touched her breasts. The water kept them slick, letting his
fingers glide effortlessly. His rough, hot palms rolling over her nipples,
moving the rings piercing them, stimulated her to the core.

She watched him bow his head and lick at her hard, distended
nipple, flicking the ring. A light tweak with his thumb and forefinger and a
quick tug sent a tingling thrill to her belly. He pushed her leg aside, opening
her, and rubbed the tops of her thighs.

She had thought her spirited soul was gone. Sevrin renewed
her zest for life. He chased away the demons of her past with his tenderness
and his endless patience. When he stood between her legs, adoring her with his
gaze and his touch, she had all the reasons she needed to love him.

He dropped to his knees, kissing her belly and her hips. He
moved from one spot to another, closing in on the center of her being. He
nibbled and sucked at her sensitive cunt lips. His tongue glided between,
tickling her clit. She squirmed against the heat of his licks raking deeper
into her aching cunt. The glorious sensation riveted her in place.

He seemed to notice, as he too paused.

Impatience got the better of her. She thrust her fingers
into his hair and spun the strands around her knuckles. It gave her control. He
let her use that false power to move his head to her. She encouraged him to
engage her flesh. When his tongue darted out, swirling deep into her, she
fought the reflexes that tried to make her close her legs. Sevrin helped by
placing his hands on the insides of her thighs and pressed.

Her orgasm peaked. Unaware she had moved her hands from his
head, she discovered her fingers hurt from the tight grip she had on his
shoulders and she let go.

Sevrin came up and hovered over her. His intense stare held
hers. He held her face and placed his forehead against hers. She sensed he
wanted to say something, express emotions.

Sadly, he kissed the tip of her nose instead of voicing
words of affection.

He moved to her cheek and her jaw and her lips. The
lingering wet warmth of his mouth claimed hers. For the moment, his actions
felt like words. She let out a sigh. Joy had coiled through her with amazing
speed. She lifted her arms from her sides and snaked them around his middle to
keep from trembling. Tightening her hold bought him closer. His cock dragged
across her leg and dangled between her thighs. His exuberance heightened her
desires to have him regardless of sentiment or misgivings.

He had a keen sense of offering her what she needed when she
needed it and she so needed him.

Sevrin stopped kissing Rye. The powerful urge to talk—to
connect with her other than physically—seemed right. Did he dare bring up what
he was feeling for her this soon in their relationship?

“What are you thinking?” he asked, sensing uneasy thoughts.

“Am I thinking?” She smiled but it didn’t radiate genuine
happiness. Or rather, it acted as a mask, concealing what troubled her.

“You have an expression that says you are,” he pressed.

He wanted to know everything about her, including her
worries. There was something about Rye that kept him fascinated. If knowing her
thoughts helped solve the why, then he’d ask.

“I guess I better change that look, because I’m not
thinking. How about you? Tell me what you’re thinking.” She batted her golden
lashes and only one thing came to his mind.

“How beautiful you are. How lucky I am. Things on those
lines.” He smiled, feeling that real contentment he always felt he needed to
rouse from her.

“Male thoughts,” she said with the hint of teasing in her
tone.

Did she not trust he had deeper emotions than primal urges
to fuck her every chance he got? “You want to hear more?” He leaned down and
slid his hand behind her head, pulling her up to sit, to prove his genuine
feelings went beyond how she looked.

“I don’t know. How silly will you be?” She lightened the
moment, drawing him back into being playful with her.

“You don’t like silly?”

She tilted her head to the side, allowing him to kiss her
neck. “I’m not used to it.”

He licked behind her ear. “It can’t be that no one has ever
said nice things to you before.” He nibbled delicately on her earlobe.

“No one has ever said them with sincerity.” She rubbed her
cheek against his.

“Well, I’m telling you that you’re beautiful.”

“What else?”

Sevrin pulled back, rethinking what he had wanted to say
before. He felt Rye expected him to be at a loss for words. Did she truly
believe that a wasteland scavenger couldn’t vocalize more than what he saw with
his eyes?

He touched her cheek with the back of his hand, stroking
gently up and down. “The list could take me a long time.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“That’s because you’re passionate about your needs.”

“And yours too.”

He smiled. “You’re quick thinking, intelligent and—”

She put her finger against his lips, stopping him before he
rolled off a dozen of her best traits. “That’s enough,” she said.

He bit her finger playfully. “Are you sure? I barely
started.”

“You’ve said enough to make my insides ache.”

He slid his hand from her hip to her midsection. “And what
does this do for you?” He moved his palm in circles over her taut belly.

She tipped her head back. “Makes me very impatient.”

At her shoulder, he grinned as he kissed her smooth skin. He
kissed down the front of her neck as he pushed his hand between her legs. He
flicked his tongue over one of her nipples. He ravished one then the other,
biting them tenderly, his aim to devour her ache with wild abandon.

Moving on, he sucked her neck, bruising it from one side to
the other. He hated how quickly the dapples would soon heal. A little evidence
of his loving wouldn’t be so bad. He traveled back down to her breasts,
circling the tips with wet licks.

“Yes,” she moaned.

He stroked with more persistence and kissed her belly.
Gradually, he moved lower. He drew back his hand and fanned open her labia with
his second and fourth fingers. He pressed his tongue into the wet center.

Rye murmured a sound of pleasure. Still propped up on her
arms, she lifted her head and looked at him through half-closed eyes. “Don’t
stop,” she pleaded.

He leaned in and ran his tongue through the drenched fissure.
She jerked, squirming from each lap he took. He pushed up and watched her
delicate center spasm when he slapped his fingers against it. Her hips lifted
rhythmically, thrusting on the fingers he tucked inside her cunt.

He scooted up and kissed her on the mouth. Her moans grew
louder, drowning inside him. She moved her hand from his arm to his shoulder.
The scoring of her nails dented his skin. Her whimpers escalated. Then she
grasped his face and pulled him harder against her mouth. Her lips froze as she
panted with the last vestiges of her orgasm.

She lay back and threw her arms above her head.

He rubbed his hand over her damp skin, caressing and
soothing tension from her body. She sat up suddenly and pushed him back. He
watched her maneuver her leg over him.

She lowered until her open nether lips kissed his skin with
moisture. When she rocked forward, he pulled her down. He nipped one of the
tantalizing breasts swaying over his face, tugging the ring. He alternately
sucked and pulled. Rye’s moans grew ragged.